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Color rushes to my cheeks. I try to wriggle out from under him, but he’s pinning me down. I can’t move an inch unless it’s to get closer.
“I-I wasn’t—” I stammer. He grins, leaning down to brush his lips over mine, soft, chaste, making me want more.
“I like it.”
I swallow, our proximity making me want to press my legs together. Overwhelming me. I can’t help but remember that night in his office when he took me on his couch, making me scream his name. I can still feel his touch ghosting over my skin, pulling at my nipples in sharp movements that had me whimpering in need, my legs spreading to welcome him.
I don’t know what Oliver reads in my expression—perhaps it’s helpless desire because he leans closer. This time, his kiss is wetter, dirtier, as I part my lips and he licks into my mouth, causing me to moan. He sucks on my tongue, one hand trailing down to rub at my pussy through my clothes. His fingers massage it with vicious patience, my breathing becoming harsher as I writhe under him.
Helpless under his administrations, I buck my hips into his hand. He murmurs, pulling away to watch my face. “That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.”
The authority in his voice makes me clench around the emptiness, then I’m falling apart with a soft cry as he makes me comes without even entering me.
Hazy in the aftermath, I sink into him. He runs his hand over my hair. “How do you feel?”
As I lay there, I sigh. “I don’t know. I don’t want to talk to them. I don’t want to think about them. I don’t know what would have happened if Caleb hadn’t shown up yesterday.”
“He sent me a message, saying you needed me,” Oliver tells me. “I didn’t think twice.”
“I hate being dependent on somebody,” I whisper. “I’ve always had only myself to count on. But when I saw you yesterday, all I could think was, ‘Thank God’.”
Oliver studies me, a strange emotion in his eyes that I can’t interpret.
* * *
Over the next few days, I’m drowning in work. Oliver’s constant presence is a comfort to me if nothing else. Unfortunately, that rouses Lucas’s curiosity, and he’s like a bloodhound on a trail. He casually strolls into my office on a few occasions. It’s obvious he’s both checking up on me while trying to get the details about Oliver and me.
I’ve sent him packing a number of times, but Lucas is nothing if not persistent.
Aiming him in Elise’s direction is usually highly effective.
I anticipate the arrival of Friday evening. From the look in Oliver’s eyes, he is no different.
When it finally arrives, I find myself seated in a fancy restaurant that seems more Oliver’s style than mine, where the salad prices begin in the double digits.
“So, this is a date.” I roll the word on my tongue to the amusement of the man sitting across from me.
I roll my eyes, studying him with a glare I have to force. “Don’t look so smug. This was blatant manipulation.”
He doesn’t say anything, so I drive on. “I was emotionally distraught, then you threw an ultimatum at me.”
Oliver picks up his glass of wine and sips it, not even trying to look repentant. “Completely inappropriate. Outrageous, in fact.”
“You got that right,” I grumble as I reach for my own wine.
And yet, I don’t care.
“Tell me something about yourself that will surprise me,” Oliver says, his eyes gleaming over the flickering shadows the candlelight throws over his face, making me swallow the desire humming inside me.
I try to think, gently swirling my wine. “Well, once, when I was in high school, puberty and all, I was very lanky. I wasn’t into dressing up or any of those girly things—”
“You seem fine with them now,” Oliver interrupts, indicating the way I dress for the office in my sharply colored power suits and dark lipsticks.
I wave off his words. “That’s different. This is my uniform.”
“Like dressing up for war,” Oliver adds, smiling.
He looks so handsome, I muse, his arrogant demeanor hiding the softness he likely feels to be a fault. I’ve glimpsed it, though, and I can’t help but be attracted to that part of him. This is not a man who will ever try to control me. What other men deem a vice when it comes to me, Oliver seems to interpret it as something worthy.
